viernes, 12 de abril de 2013


Glitter, chains, gold, lion, ruins and pussy.

Yes I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?

It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it I might roll up in a tank

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank

What u mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink.